Rebirth of a Dynasty [Warhammer 40k Isekai Necron Overlord OC SI]

Chapter 22 - Cleanup and Departure

The desperate screams of the cultists and guards mixed with the firing of their various weapons in a desperate cacophony, as the enemy forces advanced rhythmically, gradually cracking the barrier with their guns.

The skeletal beings and their insectoid constructs showed no pain or fatigue as they crushed everything in their path, their bright green rays creating a light show along with the las guns red shots, boiling the air.

But that didn't matter, the barrier still stood, they just needed to delay the mechanical monstrosities until their leader died and the cultists completed their plans in the city above.

However, the sudden lack of communication with their superiors was worrying, even more so when they saw the floating spiders advance and the barrier ripple.

"Hey, how long will we hold these bastards off?!" A guardsman shouted to his brothers in despair, uselessly firing his lasgun until it ran out of energy and power packs, quickly exchanging it for a pistol.

"Until the guys up there take the city!" The guard beside him replied frustrated, sweating profusely due to the heat of his now glowing red weapon.

This doubt spread to those who had the slightest bit of rationality, the ammunition disappeared in droves, but all the enemies hit stood up with all the damage repaired, giving a feeling of helplessness to all the organic combatants as they stared into their lifeless eyes.

The enemy did not utter insults, war cries, or pain, but remained in total silence, severely affecting morale. The previously firm formations waved as the dark gods worshipers trembled in anticipation, imagining what cruel fate awaited them.

"I have a signal!" A guard bearing vox caster shouted happily to his companions, causing a wave of relief and confidence to wash over the small force, reinvigorating their fighting spirit.

Unfortunately, the doubt and hesitation returned when the vox guard visibly paled with wide eyes upon hearing the sounds coming from the caster's other side.

"What they said?!" Another guard asked, stopping his fire to stare at his companion whose gaze alternated between the seemingly lost battle and the hideout's entrance.

"What they said?!" The guard asked again, catching the attention of those nearby who glimpsed the conversation, but there was no response.

Suddenly, the guard threw the caster away and ran towards the hideout, abandoning his post and companions, and allowing them to hear the same terrifying sound he had heard, the death screams of those who had departed toward the cathedral.

The coward's form disappeared into the shadows as the remaining forces stared at each other in fear, surprise, and disbelief, their faces contorted to match the grim reality of the situation.

One by one, the guards abandoned their posts, capturing the attention of those ignorant who questioned their motives, only to receive partial answers. However, they soon joined those retreating, as the spiders reached the barrier that disappeared like breaking glass.